Red Red Wine
Deadest streets
Ever seen,
Deadest hearts
And the cancer that grew in between
Blackest flesh
In our chests,
Blackest nights
And a dream's the only thing we have left
And that's that ill fated day
When it all fades to gray
The skies just bawl
And destroy us all
But I've been where that's just fine
And it's like that all the time
It's dead as dirt
And it thrives on hurt
And they owe
What they've built
To our hearts
And the spears of pain we're using as stilts
We're looking 'round,
We'll never find
Perfect things
And all this squinting is leaving us blind
Futile days,
Aging skin,
And we watch
As innocence is falling to sin
'Cause I've seen starts turn to ends,
And seen the weakening of men
And red wine hopes
Go up in smoke
And young eyes under the moon
In midnight skies dark and blue
Torn to tears
And wasted years
So pass the bottle old friend,
We'll numb our hearts 'til the end
And raise a toast
To our sullen ghosts
When the tears fall like leaves
The losing team still believes
"We've got a shot"
In this pointless plot
And the warmth
Of a human mouth,
It relates
To the number of tales it's spewed out
Plus our bones
Are meant to break,
They reform,
The heart should follow suit for god's sake
And our bones
Mend and break,
They reform,
The heart should follow suit for God's sake
You're a pure setting sun
And the white moonlight hung
In evergreens
And winter scenes
And young eyes under that moon
In midnight skies dark and blue
Are torn to tears
And wasted years
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